Epitaph Poem by Kezang Dawa

Epitaph

Oh! Mother,
Why this tragic memories

hunted my tormented mind

from the day thou fended off;

left me in tragic sad behind.

I can feel like thine stillness

In that grave yard

Lying in refrigerated lip

kissed with cemetery guard.

Yard away from old home shed

Those barren cultivated field

has now grown wilderness.

I saw that of impetus yield

Just grown in lamented

Reap with numbness pain.

Father is wino for years

After fatal blow of tears

I am left waifs and strays;

Along the dry sea shore.

Nothing seemed to glow

Wait and waited of yore

Nothing is permanent only death blow

Purge under depth of despair.

You were a mother of our soul

Pyre mortal sheet of flame

Her body was on the way to the fire.

You are fondly laid on the funeral

I recall my mother barely at all

As if through distant portal

There was no luck as I was born

In this world of I live in thorn.

I think nothing is immortal

Only lives come to an end

Soul remains undying fiend.